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His words enflamed her, her rampant lust overriding any hint of shame. “Be as base as you like.”
He stroked the folds of her sex. “The question is how baseyou’dlike me to be.”
She thrust her hands into his thick, dark hair and looked up into his blue, blue eyes. “Do whatever you please. I know it will please me too.” Forcing the coiled tension from her muscles, she sprawled beneath him, letting her legs fall completely open and flinging her arms out to the sides.
A wicked smile lifted his lips. “Grasp the coverlet, and don’t let go.” He moved down her body and moved one hand beneath her backside. “Lift up for me. Give yourself to me, Cass.”
His tongue moved along her flesh, teasing and enticing. She rose from the bed, her fingers twining in his hair. Then she lost all semblance of thought or reality as he drove her into a state of pure sensation and bliss. Mindless, she arched and twisted, her body moving without volition as she pursued the release he’d given her before.
With mouth and fingers, he pushed her to the edge, arousing and coaxing until she quivered and moaned, her lips blathering an endless stream of nonsense.
He squeezed her backside, and she came in a torrent, her legs wrapped around his shoulders. Before she fell back to earth, he rotated her on the bed and was climbing on beside her. Then his body covered hers, and she felt his sex nudging hers.
“Ready, my love?” he murmured, his lips caressing hers.
In response, she curled her legs around his hips. “More than. I love you, Ruark.”
“I love you.” He kissed her, distracting her—somewhat—from the way he stretched her as he pushed inside.
Discomfort warred with the rapture she’d still been basking in.
“Just one more moment,” he breathed against her, guiding himself into her until she felt full. He stopped then, kissing her cheek. “Does it hurt? I have never…not with a virgin.”
“It’s not painful, just…awkward perhaps?”
His hips twitched, and she felt a spark of pleasure. “Tell me when to move.”
“I think…now?” She forced herself to relax. “Kiss me.”
He obliged, sliding his tongue against hers as he retreated from her slightly only to inch forward again. He did this several times, and with each gentle thrust, she grew more and more accustomed to having him there—where she wanted him. Where he belonged. Part of her. Forever.
“Can you go faster?” she whispered.
He laughed softly against her neck. “I can do whatever you want. But definitely faster. Just tell me what you need—slower, faster, harder, anything.”
Harder snared her interest, but then he was moving faster, and it swept her breath away. Pleasure built and lifted her, carrying her toward that delicious explosion. Could she feel that again after just reaching that pinnacle?
“Faster,” she breathed, wanting to feel that fullness again along with the friction of his captivating strokes. “And deeper.”
“Hold on to me, Cass.” He thrust hard—now she knew what that meant—and deep, and lights danced behind her eyelids. It didn’t take long for her world to break apart again, and she had her answer. Why yes, she could feel that again.
She squeezed her legs around him and dug her fingers into his back as she cried out her release. Then he joined her, his body going taut while he shouted her name.
“Shhh.” She giggled against his neck, reveling in joy and wonder.
A few moments later, he collapsed over her, careful not to crush her. “You are magnificent, and I don’t deserve you.” He kissed her again.
“Don’t say that. You deserve love—everyone does—and as it happens, I have plenty. It’s all for you.” She cupped his cheeks and looked up into his beautiful eyes.
“I will never take for granted how lucky I am.”
“Weare. From now on, we are a pair. Inseparable.”
Chapter 24
Dawn crept over the room silent and gray, rousing Ruark from the best sleep he’d ever had. His body ached from the fight, but there was contentment and bone-deep happiness. There was also persistent arousal as Cassandra gently wriggled her backside against his now fully erect cock.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” he murmured against the nape of her neck, sweeping his hand beneath her arm and cupping her breast.
